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		<description><![CDATA[The Confessional
An Irishman goes into the confessional  box after years of being away from the  Church.    There&#8217;s a fully equipped bar with  Guinness on tap. On the  other wall is a dazzling array of the  finest cigars and chocolates.
Then the priest comes in. &#8220;Father,  forgive me, for it&#8217;s been a  very long time since I&#8217;ve  [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>The Confessional</strong></span></span></p>
<p>An Irishman goes into the confessional  box after years of being away from the  Church.    There&#8217;s a fully equipped bar with  Guinness on tap. On the  other wall is a dazzling array of the  finest cigars and chocolates.<br />
Then the priest comes in. &#8220;Father,  forgive me, for it&#8217;s been a  very long time since I&#8217;ve  been to confession, but I must first admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be.&#8221;<br />
The priest replies: &#8220;Get  out. You&#8217;re on my side</p>
<p><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Long Lost Daughter</strong></span></span></p>
<p>An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years.  Upon her return, her father cursed her heavily.</p>
<p>&#8216;Where have ye been all this time, child?  Why did ye not write to us, not even a line?  Why didn&#8217;t ye call?<br />
Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru?&#8217;</p>
<p>The girl, crying, replied, &#8216;Sniff, sniff&#8230;.Dad&#8230;.I became a prostitute&#8230;&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot!  Sinner!  You&#8217;re a disgrace to this Catholic family.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;OK, Dad&#8211; as ye wish.  I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten-bedroom</p>
<p>mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate.  For me little brother, this gold Rolex.  And for ye Daddy, the</p>
<p>sparkling new Mercedes limited-edition convertible that&#8217;s parked outside plus a membership to the country club&#8230;(takes a<br />
breath)&#8230; and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Now what was it ye said ye had become?&#8217; says Dad..</p>
<p>Girl, crying again, &#8216;Sniff, sniff&#8230;.a prostitute Daddy! Sniff,sniff.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl!  I thought ye said a Protestant.  Come here and give yer old Dad<br />
a hug.</p>
<p><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Murphy</strong></span></span><br />
There was once an Irishman named Murphy who walked into an American Bar. He sat down and asked the Bartender &#8220;Give me three shots o&#8217; your finest Irish Whiskey!&#8221; the Bartender complies.</p>
<p>After about a week the bartender asks, &#8220;Murphy, would it be better for yeh if I put all three shots of Irish Whiskey into one glass?&#8221;</p>
<p>Murphy replied, &#8220;well no. See I have two other brothers back at home, Patrick and Owen, and everytime I come into a Pub or Bar I order a shot for each o&#8217; them so I can remember the good times.&#8221;</p>
<p>Well, after another week of this routine, Murphy comes into the bar and only asks for two shots of Irish Whiskey. The bartender immediately says &#8220;Murphy, is everything ok? Did somethin&#8217; happen to one of your brothers?&#8221; &#8220;Oh no&#8221;, Murphy said, &#8220;I just decided to quit drinkin!&#8221;</p>
<p><span style="color: #008000;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Irish Obituary</strong></span></span><br />
Mrs. Pete Monaghan came into the newsroom to pay for her husband&#8217;s obituary. She was told by the kindly newsman that it was a dollar a word and he remembered Pete and wasn&#8217;t it too bad about him passing away.</p>
<p>She thanked him for his kind words and bemoaned the fact that she only had two dollars. But she wrote out the obituary, &#8220;Pete died.&#8221;</p>
<p>The newsman said he thought old Pete deserved more and he&#8217;d give her three more words at no charge.</p>
<p>Mrs. Pete Monaghan thanked him and rewrote the obituary: &#8220;Pete died. Boat for sale&#8221;</p>
<p><span style="color: #008000;"><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">I&#8217;m God</span> </strong></span><br />
Father McGee walked into the church and spotted a man sitting cross-legged on the altar.</p>
<p>&#8216;My son,&#8217; said the holy man, &#8216;what are you doing? Who are you?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;I&#8217;m God,&#8217; said the stranger.</p>
<p>&#8216;Pardon?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;I&#8217;m God,&#8217; he repeated. &#8216;This is my house!&#8217;</p>
<p>Father McGee ran into the presbytery and, in total panic, rang the archbishop.</p>
<p>&#8216;Your reverence,&#8217; said he, &#8216;I hate to trouble you, but there&#8217;s a man sat on me altar who claims he&#8217;s God. What&#8217;ll he do?&#8217;</p>
<p>Take no chances,&#8217; said the archbishop. &#8216;Get back in the church and look busy!&#8217;</p>
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